"Who are you looking for?"
"Shen Qingqing's uncle, Xiao Wenyao."
Fang Ruo felt a bit awkward. She didn't really know this person, but since Old Fu had said it, it must be effective. Reluctantly, she bid him farewell and dialed the number provided by Fu Tingyi.
Xiao Wenyao was initially impatient, but upon hearing her mention Shen Qingqing's name, he didn't hang up.
"You know Shen Qingqing?"
"Yes." Fang Ruo wasn't entirely sure. After all, Shen Qingqing was his niece. Even if there were family disputes, would he really help her?
But soon, Xiao Wenyao said, "Time and place, let's talk in person."
Fang Ruo breathed a sigh of relief. "At Zhuyuan Coffee Shop."
She was stuck in traffic on the way and was half an hour late.
Xiao Wenyao glanced at his watch and said expressionlessly, "You're late."
"Sorry, I got caught in traffic."
Fang Ruo had never apologized like this before, but thinking she needed his help, she endured it. "What would you like to drink? I'll order for you."
"I'll order myself."
Xiao Wenyao was not appreciative.
Fang Ruo didn't mind. Eager to save her husband, she cut to the chase. "I've come to ask for your cooperation in dealing with Shen Qingqing."
"What bargaining chip do you have to make me cooperate with you?"
"Since I'm here, I naturally have a bargaining chip." She smiled confidently.
Xiao Wenyao raised an eyebrow with interest. "Tell me."
"I know a secret about your wife. Consider it a gesture of sincerity for our cooperation." Fang Ruo looked at him with a hint of sympathy.
Xiao Wenyao felt a bad premonition.
When Fang Ruo produced several photos, Xiao Wenyao was stunned. The photos showed his wife entering and leaving a hotel with another man.
They were arm in arm, and it looked anything but platonic.
His face turned green. "Where did you get these?"
Fang Ruo smiled slightly. "I can't tell you that. Regardless, it's the truth. My husband gave them to me. We originally had no intention of disrupting your family harmony, but my husband couldn't bear to see you kept in the dark, so..."
"This slut!"
Xiao Wenyao was furious but quickly regained his composure. He couldn't let outsiders see him make a fool of himself, so he swallowed his anger and his face returned to normal.
"Besides this, do you have any other bargaining chips for me to cooperate with you?"
"Of course."
Fang Ruo relayed exactly what Fu Tingyi had told her.
"He said that as long as you agree to cooperate with us and help us deal with Fu Jingshu, Shen Qingqing will be nothing to fear. Without her backing, you can do whatever you want with her."
Xiao Wenyao was deeply tempted.
"But as far as I know, Fu Tingyi is still at the police station."
How could he cooperate?
Fang Ruo's expression darkened. "This is the condition for cooperating with you. You have to help get my husband out."
"This sounds like a bit of a raw deal for me," Xiao Wenyao mused. "You expect me to believe you have the capability based on your word alone..."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
"If you really had the ability, he wouldn't be in the police station, would he?"
That hit a nerve. Fang Ruo gritted her teeth. "That's because Old Fu went easy on them. Otherwise, with Old Fu's methods, he could have dealt with him easily!"
Xiao Wenyao remained silent, but his expression was full of doubt.
"Don't you believe me? Old Fu has a handle on Fu Jingshu that only we know about!" Fang Ruo said, her voice devoid of warmth when mentioning Fu Jingshu. "We didn't want to resort to this, but he's gone too far!"
Xiao Wenyao narrowed his eyes. "What handle?"
"I can't tell you that now." Fang Ruo wasn't foolish. What if he refused to help her after she told him? "Only if you cooperate with us will I tell you."
"I'll think about it."
Xiao Wenyao had a more pressing matter to attend to: going home to deal with that little slut.
...
A grand and magnificent wedding was being held at a five-star hotel.
Shen Qingqing, in a white wedding dress, was accompanied by two adorable and exquisite flower girls who held the train of her dress on either side. Step by step, she walked down the red carpet, past friends and family, to the tall, handsome man waiting at the front.
He extended his hand and took Shen Qingqing's from Shen Zhizhong.
He also took his entire world.
The crowd cheered, "Kiss, kiss!"
Fu Jingshu was indeed unreserved. He embraced his bride and kissed her. The kiss was long and passionate, lasting for an unknown duration.
Amidst the crowd's clamor, Shen Qingqing couldn't bear it any longer and pushed him away.
He was still unwilling to stop, licking his lips lightly.
His demeanor was incredibly seductive.
Shen Qingqing averted her eyes somewhat flustered, secretly sighing at how captivating men could be.
The guests continued to cheer, their applause thundering. After Shen Qingqing threw her bouquet, the newly married couple went to change.
Primarily Shen Qingqing changed out of the cumbersome wedding dress into a traditional bridal gown.
When she emerged from the changing room, she saw the groom, who had been mingling with guests, leaning against the wall. Seeing her in a phoenix coronet and robe, as radiant as fire, a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes.
"You're beautiful."
"Why aren't you with the guests?"
"Waiting for you." Fu Jingshu didn't want to leave her for a moment. He proactively took her hand. "Let's go, we have toasts to make. Everyone out there is waiting to see the bride."
As he spoke, his gaze suddenly turned serious as he looked at her.
Shen Qingqing was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"Suddenly, I don't want you to go out." He didn't want others to see such a beautiful sight. He frowned and thought, "How about I go make the toasts myself?"
Shen Qingqing was taken aback for a moment, but seeing the possessiveness in his eyes, she understood his meaning.
"Don't be silly. How can we not make toasts? This is our wedding. If I don't go, people will think you're neglecting me right after we got married."
She found it both amusing and exasperating.
What a ridiculous thought!
Fu Jingshu frowned at the mention of neglect. "We'll go together."
To avoid anyone thinking he was neglecting her, they held hands the entire way. He never let go, and he intercepted all the wine glasses during the toasts.
He wouldn't let her touch a single drop of alcohol.
Such care and tenderness were evident, undeniable.
Everyone had a profound realization: the groom was indeed as rumored, doting on the bride to the utmost. The women present expressed their envy.
But it was only envy, mixed with blessings.
These two were simply too well-matched.
After the toasts, a significant portion of the time had passed. Even though Fu Jingshu had a good tolerance for alcohol, his handsome face was flushed, which worried Shen Qingqing.
"Are you alright? Do you want to go back and rest?"